No Homo?

(THIRD PERSON)
They were spread out in various states of disorderly laziness across Gerard's basement room- Gee, Mikey, Frankie, Bob, Patrick, and Pete. The aforementioned owner of the room was sitting with his back against the bed, sketching some sort of gruesome alien beast/plant/thing while Frank, sprawled out across the bed, toyed with his hair. Mikey and Bob were comparing scores on World of Warcraft while Patrick ranted quietly about some band or another to Pete on the couch. Some old slasher movie was playing in the background, but nobody was really paying attention. Ray would have been here by now, but he was grounded for something stupid- probably got caught vandalizing the school bathroom wall again. Frank rolled over to wrap his arms around Gerard's neck when he though no one was paying attention, resting his head on the taller boy's shoulder to see the drawing. The two kiss briefly before going back to their conversation, and Bob hands Pete a twenty dollar bill. The latter whistles at them before turning back to Patrick. "The homosexual is strong tonight...." Pete laughs, but it's a bit forced, and Patrick changes the subject. "Did you hear that Brendon and his friends are gonna start a band?"

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(PETE'S POV)
I've been trying to get his attention for years. Sure, we're best friends, but he's completely oblivious to everything I've done. He's closer to me than anyone else- literally anyone. Like, my third arm. Or leg. Or something. You get the point. Anyway, he's completely straight. I try my best to seem the same, like making 'gay' jokes and stuff, but it always ends up sounding forced. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Patrick shaking my shoulder. "C'mon man, didn't you hear Mikey? The pizza's here." I turn in time to see Frank tackling Bob and retrieving a box of pizza from his arms, whooping as he sprints back to the bed. Gerard cheers and flops back against the pillow, taking a slice from the box as Frank joins him. "And here we see the wild homosexualis. These creatures show affection by cuddling for literally hours and making out for no reason whatsoever. Now, the dominant of the couple, otherwise known as the 'Top', will retrieve food for the more submissive of the two, known as the 'Bottom'. The pair will then-" Mikey's voice was cut off by Gerard throwing an action figure at his face, and a stream of curse words ensued. Bob laughed and sat down to start on his pizza, tossing a third box to me as he and Mikey started out on the second. "Sweet, a whole box to myself? Wow, thanks Bob! This is great!" I could just give Patrick some... but nah, let's tease him some more. He laughs and leans forward as I open the lid, smelling the pizza. "I just love pizza, ya know? The food of champions. Especially when it's nice and warm and freshly made....." I take a piece out of the box, taking the end into my mouth and moaning loudly. Out of the corner of my eye it almost looks like Patrick stiffens at the sound, but before I can take a closer look i'm distracted by Bob's voice. "If you're not gonna give Patrick some pizza, at least stop molesting my eyes!" I flip him off and continue assaulting the pizza, oblivious to Mikey's shriek of protest. Patrick gives an awkward laugh, but Gerard and Frank are too far into their own little world to notice. Patrick tries to lunge for the pizza, but I lean away again and he kinda.... falls on me. Oh. Alright. This I can work with. Instead of pulling away, I bend towards him, still holding the pizza box where he can't reach it. "Would you like some pizza? I mean, I could give you some..... or we could see what develops if I don't...." He's kinda flushed- from all of the jumping, I guess- but still looks absolutely determined to get pizza. Lunging forward, he tries to grab the pizza, but only achieves losing his balance and- HOLY FUCK. We're literally nose to nose, oh my GOD, what am I even supposed to do in this situation, like?!?!?! Shoujo anime much?!?!?! Patrick is bright red and trying to stammer something out, but barely making any noise, and his thigh is like RIGHT BETWEEN MY LEGS fUcK, and his face is just so fuckin close- and so naturally, I do the sensible thing for this situation and reach my hands up to his head, pulling him to meet my lips. Bob shrieks and I hear him crash to the floor from his beanbag chair, soon followed by Mikey's confused swearing (Granted, most situations involve Mikey swearing). Even Frank and Gerard have their eyes trained on us, and usually this would be a mortifying turn of events that would have me panicking in the corner over the imminent loss of all of my friends, but i'm more than a little distracted by the fact that Patrick has started kissing back.

Notes

I know it's Peterick, but MCR is like there so it counts and peterick is the shit